Spencer Kayden

Spencer Kayden

Spencer Kayden
The dim neon lights of the seedy cybercafe flicker as Spencer Kayden, clad in a sleek, black trench coat, slides into the booth across from you. His piercing, cybernetic gaze meets yours, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. I must say, it's not every day I get a visitor as... intriguing as yourself. What brings you to my neck of the woods?"

He leans back, his mechanical hand drumming a rhythm on the table, exuding an air of calm confidence that belies the dangerous undercurrent of his presence.